A Pretty Young Widow.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 914, 6 September 1889, Page 4

A Pretty Young Widow.

I saw such a pretty young widow the other day in the most fa3oinating and utterly becoming cap that could be imagined. I always judge of a widow’s grief by the shape of her cap. I wonder is that unkind ? This young lady, I feel sure, was no victim to sorrow. There was nothingljwhatever feeding on her damask cheek. I am certain that she made that cap herself. It had a ruching of crepe or lisse in the front, which was bent down & la Marie Stuart, and in either

space beside the bend was a mass of softly fluffed out hair, curled within an inch of its life, and then drawn out so that each individual hair showed an independent little ring of its own. We were calling at a friend s house where she was staying, and we heard our hostess say two or three different times to fresh callers : ‘ Poor thing ! Quite recently lost her husband. Feels it deeply. The cap was coquettish, the fringe was inviting, and the countenance was by no means forbidding. Laurel, our American friend, is great on the subject of widows. * I know/ she,says, * that sooiety expects widows to sit on their husband’s coffins and make everybody uncomfortable, and society is just the first to turn and rend them .for doing it. Just you wait till I’m a widow. I’ll be a real smart one. This is the sort of a cap I’ll wear.’ And she sketches her own pretty head, with a can about two inches square on thß top, and a pair of * weepers ’ streaming on the air behind. ‘ There ! shan’t I look nice ? Oh, girls, I wish I’d been born a widow, that I do.’—London Truth.